In The City

[Intro: Rowdy Racks]
Hmm
It's Rowdy Racks
Look

[Chorus: Rowdy Racks]
In the wiggity-wiggity-West Coast, no pity
You don't blast, you won't last in the city
It's bad, I done seen shit splash, it ain't pretty
You silly sucker motherfuckers can't get with me
Up and down these streets, we be clowning
Sharks in the water, got the opps drowning
Smashing on these other crows we ain't down with
They looking for the murder weapon, but they ain't found it

[Verse 1: Rowdy Racks]
All my homies gangbanging with a passion
Suckers getting out of line, then we get to blasting
They don't let us in the party, then we get to crashing
My hood's been around a long time, everlasting
On the dead homies, it ain't no competition
You can't do it like me, boy, you better stop and listen
Player-haters mad, can't stop the pimping
Knocking bitches, annihilating opposition
Better back back, it's the motherfucking Rackster
On my mama, I'm a motherfucking factor
Coyote with me, so you better not act up
Push up in your hood, make all your homies pack up
If you see us out in public, know we strapped up
Cop a sack for the low, bitch, we packed up
Never fell off, so how the fuck we back up?
We racked up, sloppy drunk, we might act up

[Chorus: Rowdy Racks]
In the wiggity-wiggity-West Coast, no pity
You don't blast, you won't last in the city
It's bad, I done seen shit splash, it ain't pretty
You silly sucker motherfuckers can't get with me
Up and down these streets, we be clowning
Sharks in the water, got the opps drowning
Smashing on these other crows we ain't down with
They looking for the murder weapon, but they ain't found it

[Verse 2: Ricky Blanco]
To live the life I never had, I gotta risk it all
Just saw a dope fiend OD off some fentanyl
I'll sell a feather to a pigeon and a shell to a turtle
Rockin' gold chains, mobbin', passin' Perry on Myrtle (Bling)
Heard you comfortable with no name
Couldn't be me, I take my chances in the dope game
First Commandment, thou shall not be broke
If you down on your dick, come and flip this coke
I'ma only offer once, you better grab this rope
Or just get a 9-to-5 and try to stay afloat
It's your choice, me, I want a black Rolls-Royce
Risk my freedom for this money, fuck it, that's my choice
Became a trapper, pull the scale out
Uh, until we sell out
I made a promise to myself I won't be piss poor
I want materials and my freedom, I'ma risk for it

[Chorus: Rowdy Racks]
In the wiggity-wiggity-West Coast, no pity
You don't blast, you won't last in the city
It's bad, I done seen shit splash, it ain't pretty
You silly sucker motherfuckers can't get with me
Up and down these streets, we be clowning
Sharks in the water, got the opps drowning
Smashing on these other crows we ain't down with
They looking for the murder weapon, but they ain't found it

[Verse 3: Ladies Love Guapo]
Welcome to the 31-zero where my migos got kilos
Hit me with a brick like Craig when he hit Deebo
Where I'm from, people buy shit to impress people (Word)
Drive a Maybach for a week, then it get repo'd
Damn, ice cream truck with the chili Fritos
My 'yotes get rowdy for the racks, stack C-notes
As a kid, I had homies that smoked Primos
Nineteen actin' an ass like a young Steve-O
Yeah, now we turn that rock to bread (Ayy)
I turn your bitch to a thot, now she bop for head (Haha)
New booty just got off the doctor bed (Ayy)
Got a fresh BBL, now her kids are fed, damn
Yeah, welcome to the wild, wild West (Ayy)
I ain't comin' out the crib if I ain't gettin' a check (Nah)
From the city where the homies down to die for respect (Bah)
Don't let the palm trees fool you, better walk with a TEC, baow

[Chorus: Rowdy Racks]
In the wiggity-wiggity-West Coast, no pity
You don't blast, you won't last in the city
It's bad, I done seen shit splash, it ain't pretty
You silly sucker motherfuckers can't get with me
Up and down these streets, we be clowning
Sharks in the water, got the opps drowning
Smashing on these other crows we ain't down with
They looking for the murder weapon, but they ain't found it